Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Cure,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.